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Show On Trial. j A Scotchman stood hesldo tho bed 1 of hla dying wife", and In tearful ac- ; cents asked was thoro anything ho j could do for her. i "Yes, Snndle," sho said; "I'm hop- i Ing you'll bury nio In Crnchurn kirk- I yard." "But, my lnss," ho cried, "only think of tho awful oxpenso! Would yo no be comfortable hero In Aberdeen?" Aber-deen?" "No, Sandlo; I'd no rest In my gravo unless I woro burled In Crno-burn." Crno-burn." "It's too much you'ro nskln'," said tho loving husband, "and I cannot promlBO yo ony such thing." "Then, Sandlo, I'll no glvo you ony peaco until my bones nro at rest In my natlvo parish." "Ah, woel, Maggie," said ho, "I'll Just glo yo a three-month trial In Aberdeen, nn' see how yo got nlong." |